Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 62–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 175
Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of the spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's Image upon earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining And surely she who now ...
Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of the spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's Image upon earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining And surely she who now ...
Էջ 176
... lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? 1 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE , A ROMAUNT . CANTO 1 .
... lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? 1 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE , A ROMAUNT . CANTO 1 .
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I. Ob , thou ! in Hellas deemed of heav'nly birth , Muse ! form'd or fabled at the minstrel's will ! Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted ...
I. Ob , thou ! in Hellas deemed of heav'nly birth , Muse ! form'd or fabled at the minstrel's will ! Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted ...
Էջ 181
Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billow's rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong ; Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 .
Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billow's rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong ; Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 .
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“ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves !
“ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves !
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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| Վերնագիր | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
| Հեղինակ | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Հրատարակիչ | W. Dugdale, 1826 |
| Original from | Հարվարդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 15 Հունվար 2009 |
| Length | 162 էջ |
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